(A/N) Whew, it has been a while. Well I got some good news and bad news. The good news is that my exams are over and I should be able to get chapters up quicker, right? Wrong. This is where the bad news kicks in. I'm going on holiday soon and I won't have access to my computer for about 2 weeks, so no story during that period. Real sorry about this guys but once I get back, I promise I'll get down to it. For now, just enjoy. (BTW this is still Jericho's flashback.)

"Who is it?" Chris Jericho called out, approaching the door.

"It's me man. Adam."

Chris acknowledged that by opening the door and greeting his friend.

"Hey Edge. What is going on?" Chris always called Adam Edge.

"Not much. Hey where is Rick?" Edge inquired.

"Not here."

"Yeah I can see that but where?"

"How the fuck am I supposed to know. You know how he always leaves me out of big deals. Why? Should he be here?"

"No, he should have been at the club like an hour ago with Shawn. Since he didn't turn up, I thought he might have came back here." Edge replied.

"Nah. He left the house around 8:30 but hasn't been back here since. Why? What's going on?" Jericho asked.

"I don't know the full story, so you should ask your brother later. I'll see you around." Edge said as he turned around and began to leave.

"Oh no you don't." Jericho said as he grabbed Edge's arm. "Rick never tells me shit. I'll just hear what you know. Go on, spill the beans." Jericho persisted.

"Look, all I know is that Rick had something big planned. A deal or some shit, I don't know the particulars. He emphasized that it was big though. Him and Shawn was supposed to meet Cena and they were supposed to call in at the club no later than 11:00."

"And you are sure they ain't there?"

"Yup, they did not come in all night."

"Well let's go back to the club. Maybe they came in when you left."

"Ok then, let's roll."

Chris and Edge arrived at Rick's club, "Spice". They entered through the highly decorated front entrance, the lights almost blinding them. The music was still blaring and the people were still flowing into the late hours of the night. Jericho and Edge pushed pass the masses of bodies to get to Rick's office at the back of the club. When they entered the office Chris saw a nervous looking Christian, pacing the room.

"Hey bro" Edge greeted his brother.

"Edge, Jericho. Am I glad to see both of you. Well not really. Well actually I am, but under the circumstances, it sorta changes things. Man, Adam you left at the worse of times, And Chris, man have I got some bad news for you… I mean…"

"Woah, woah, woah, slow it down Christian. We got all the time in the world, no need to hurry. Now tell me, what is going on." Jericho said, calming a frantic Christian down.

"Ok then, if you insist. Chris, the coppers just called. Your bro was in an accident. A bad one."

"Let's go." Was all Chris said as he walked out of the office."

"Hey, where do you think you are going sir?" The uniformed officer said to Chris as he tried to cross the police tape.

"That's my brother man. Now get the hell outta my way before you lose your teeth fuck head." Chris replied viciously.

"I'm sorry sir, but I am under direct orders to not let anyone past this tape, and I would suggest you change your tone with me as well sir." The pompous cop replied, pointing to his police badge.

"I would suggest you get your fat head out of my way bitch." Chris retaliated as he stepped under the tape. The cop grabbed Chris by the shirt, and Chris was about to take a swing at the cop when a voice called out.

"Woah, hold up! It's ok Jackson. Let the man through." The detective in charge called out to the cop. "I don't want any trouble here. Let him through."

The cop reluctantly let go of Chris' shirt and Chris jerked his fist forward as if to take a swing at his face. Officer Jackson stumbled back. Chris shot him a dirty stare and followed the detective at his request.

"I understand you are Rick Jericho's brother?" The detective asked.

"Yeah. Chris."

"Would you like to see the body, just to identify that it actually is your brother."

"Yeah, whatever." Chris replied.

They walked into the alley where Rick was shot. The detective nodded to the crime scene investigators to lift the sheet covering the body. Chris just stared blankly at his brothers face, drained of all colour. Chris's own face began to go pale.

"Yeah, that's him." Chris said as he stumbled back onto the wall, trying to catch his breath.

"I'm sorry for your loss sir." The detective said to Chris, trying to comfort him, but obviously having no effect.

"How did he die?" Chris enquired.

"He was shot, once in the shoulder, and once in the head, both point blank." The CSI spilled out very straightforwardly. The detective shot a glance at the CSI.

"So it wasn't an accident." Chris said.

"We believe not." The detective said.

"Must have been that son of a bitch Cena…" Chris whispered to himself.

"Sorry sir?" The detective questioned, not quite catching what Chris had said.

"Um… nothing. I have to go now." Chris said turning away from his brothers limp body.

"Uh, just one more thing. Could you give me your address and telephone number. I might have to ask you a few questions later on." The detective asked.

"Uh yeah, sure." Chris replied, quickly scribbling down his home address and number.

"And take this as well sir. It's my card, if you think of anything, or just want to talk, don't hesitate to call me." The detective said, handing him his card. Chris looked at the card. Detective Steve Marcy. Chris just nodded and left.

Chris sat in the back of the car with Adam and Jay (Edge and Christian). He felt weightless. He didn't feel as sad or as angry as he thought he would be. He was still feeling the after effects of post traumatic shock. The worst part was how he was going to have to tell his mom. She was so old and fragile. News like this could drive her over the edge. He sat in the car staring out of the window. Darkness still enveloped the city. Chris then began to feel a pang of sadness. Just then it all came rushing to him. The sight of his brothers dead body, sprawled on the ground, lying in his own blood flooded into his head. The confusion, the sadness, the fear, the anger all came at once and it was just too much for him to handle as Chris broke into tears.

(A/N) Whew. It's been a while. I don't know. That chapter didn't feel right for me. Might be rust. Or maybe just a block. Hopefully it'll pass over.